Isn't this great? You and me, two bachelors knocking about in the wild.

这样不好吗？你和我两个单身汉在荒野中闲逛。

They may find it hard to adjust to the presence of a bored pensioner knocking about the house.

他们可能会发现很难适应一个无聊的退休老人在家里四处走动。

Is there a screwdriver knocking about anywhere?

【knock】能在什么地方找到螺丝刀吗？

Have you seen my Edward knocking about?

你看见我的爱德华四处晃荡了吗？

But for a woman that's been knocking about the four hemispheres for some time, she's passable enough.

但对于一个在四个半球上晃来晃去一段时间的女人来说， 她还过得去。

A sort of tempest arose on the 3rd of November, the squall knocking the vessel about with fury, and the waves running high.

从11月3号到4号，海上起了暴风雨。狂风凶猛地卷着海浪。这时仰光号只好收起大帆，船身斜顶着海浪前进。

He had been knocking about the world, and living in far-away lands; he had only come back a month or two before.

他一直在世界各地游荡， 住在遥远的地方。 他一两个月前才回来。

Then I became a young vagabond; and instead of one old woman knocking me about and starving me, everybody of all ages knocked me about and starved me.

然后我成了一个年轻的流浪汉； 不是一个老太婆打我， 让我挨饿，而是所有年龄段的人都打我， 让我挨饿。

And there are a lot of people, you know, still knocking about in the UK of that generation who will, I think, feel really quite a personal sense of loss as her life comes to an end.

还有很多人，你知道，那一代人仍然在英国四处游荡， 我认为，当她的生命走到尽头时， 他们会感到非常个人化的失落感。

Having a good taste, She took up her abode in the best room of the House: and once established there, She began to amuse herself by knocking about the tables and chairs in the middle of the night.

品味高雅，她住在房子最好的房间里：一旦在那里安顿下来，她就开始在半夜敲打桌子和椅子来娱乐自己。

'Though he knows, ' said Mr. Bounderby, now blowing a gale, 'that there are a set of rascals and rebels whom transportation is too good for! Now, Mr. Harthouse, you have been knocking about in the world some time.

“尽管他知道，”庞得贝先生说，这时吹起了大风，“有一群流氓和叛徒，交通太方便了！现在，Harthouse 先生，您已经在世界上四处游荡了一段时间。

But now, as I strolled out on the lawn, still nursing a grudge against my friend's high-handedness, I saw Lawrence on the croquet lawn, aimlessly knocking a couple of very ancient balls about, with a still more ancient mallet.

但是现在，当我漫步在草坪上，对我朋友的专横霸道仍然怀恨在心时，我看到劳伦斯在槌球草坪上，用一把更古老的木槌漫无目的地敲着几个非常古老的球。

When a drummer had been knocking about in little drab towns and crawling across the wintry country in dirty smoking-cars, was he to be blamed if, when he chanced upon a fine human creature, he suddenly wished himself more of a man?

当一个鼓手在单调乏味的小镇上四处游荡， 开着肮脏冒烟的汽车在寒冷的乡村穿行时， 如果他偶然遇到一个好人， 突然希望自己更像个男人， 这有什么过错吗？